Eight inch heels, mid knee-skirt

And don′t you act like your feet don't hurt, hahaha

Hair ain′t real, and brows on fleek, yeah

You been talkin' 'bout yourself girl, all damn week

You a little too perfect baby

You a little too perfect for me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Me, me, me, me, me, me

Rolex watch, got straight A′s

I don′t think I see a single mark on your face

My iPhone's cracked and my credit′s jacked

And my nails are short, oh yeah

And my lungs are black

You a little too perfect baby

You a little too perfect for me

Oh, oh, oh, oh

You, you, you

You a little too perfect baby

You a little too perfect for me

A little too perfect

A little too perfect for me

Me, me, me, me, me, me

A little too perfect

Just a little too perfect

And I don't know if it′s what I want

Or what I need